Farrah Fawcett died Thursday, June 25th due to complications with her long battle against cancer. Then just four hours and fifty-eight minutes later, the Los Angeles Times reported that the “King of Pop” Michael Jackson had died.
Farrah was a national sex symbol of the 70’s, a third of the well-known Charlie’s Angels and a star whose beauty seemed to overshadow her natural talent as an actor, artist and mother. She was 62 years of age.
Michael Jackson was a “pop icon” whose career spanned over a period of almost 40 years. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, he was “the most successful entertainer of all times”, the first African-American entertainer to successfully transcend and amass listeners and followers of all ages and all ethnicities. He was 50 years of age.
We never know the day or the time that we will leave this world. Farrah Fawcett and her family and friends had an idea that her time here on earth was coming to an end sometime soon. Her family had the benefit of saying goodbye and expressing their love and life ending thoughts. Her long, difficult and very public battle with cancer finally ended yesterday morning. This was not a shock; this was something that on some level they were prepared for, unlike the death of Michael Jackson. My guess would be that Michael Jackson did not wake up yesterday morning and know that he would only live until the early afternoon, his family certainly did not know. It was a shock! I was shocked! It seems that for most people it was a shock!
I can remember my Dad, my uncle and my cousin driving to Jacksonville to see his production of “Thriller.” It was an unbelievable show with fireworks and of course his famed “moon walk”.
I am reminded of just how magnificent our bodies are, and yet how fragile our lives can be. Each Sunday in the fall, giant brutes of men beat and bash each other’s bodies playing football. Yet few sustain life threatening injuries. Our Olympians complete feats of athletics’ that is almost unimaginable. They push their bodies to complete exhaustion. Yet, one can leave this earth because of a flu, virus, or worse depression leading to death.
I am also reminded of one of my dear friends who was vibrant, exciting and just fun to be with. But in the blink of an eye, at 60 God decided to take him home. Like Michael his family had no time to say good bye or I love you or I am sorry for my anger or transgressions. So, on this day I rehearse and remember a very important lesson that my Grandmother taught me; never let the sun set without making right any wrongs that you may have committed to another. You may never get the chance to do so. This is so clear to me because it happened in my own family. My cousin became estranged from his mother, and did not speak to her for a year. It broke her heart, and she died of a broken heart. The sad part was that her son will never be able to say I love you, or I am sorry.
Finally, we all will die one day. Those who believe in Christ believe that they will have an afterlife with God. This might be a good time for you to take a personal inventory of where you are with your family and loved ones and also your relationship to Christ.